Chapter 369: Classroom Seven
Chapter 369: Classroom Seven
After the conversation with Professor Mcgonagall, Felix only assigned one homework task, similar to the Dueling System Essay that Harry and Hermione had written—what can help you survive a crisis when you are in danger?
"Whether it's personality, knowledge, spells you know, or items you carry, you can write about all of it", the new Head Boy and Head Girl relayed his words to the selected students.
Over the next week, numerous professors collaborated on a major project, while Felix spent his time in the Room of Requirement, copying the magic and magic channels, as well as the crucial magic nodes. Now, only the final step remained—
It was a Saturday morning.
Dumbledore and Felix stood in an empty room. The hills and green fields that had been transfigured were gone, as were the traces of the various dueling arenas. Even the black floating gates used for the student selection a week ago had vanished.
The room retained only the Undetectable Extension Charm Felix had cast, making the internal space comparable to ten Quidditch pitches. If not for the considerations of the other four schools, Hogwarts could have easily housed the students here.
The professors had already cast numerous strong binding spells and protective charms. In reality, every inch of this ancient castle was infused with powerful magic, and they had merely added extra defensive measures on top of that.
At the moment, only the two of them were in the classroom, engaged in a serious conversation—
"What do you think?" Felix asked.
" Worth a try", Dumbledore said casually.
"I never imagined that I would embed my magic into Hogwarts' defense system, where it would exist for centuries, even millennia…" Felix felt a momentary daze. When he came to, Dumbledore was smiling at him.
"Let's begin, Albus. The students outside can't wait any longer", Felix said, gripping his wand tightly.
Dumbledore readily agreed. He raised his wand and, like a conductor leading an orchestra, moved his arms in a way Felix couldn't understand, communicating with the ancient castle.
"Hum~"
Whether it was an illusion or not, Felix felt the castle come to life, like a slumbering dragon that had merely shifted its position. The small creatures nesting, burrowing, and parasitizing on its scales suddenly found the entire world had changed.
Clusters of magic took on physical form, appearing in shades of purple, blue, yellow, bronze, green, and gray, merging and quickly separating to form magical flowers.
"Felix—" Dumbledore said in a deep voice.
Felix understood immediately. He needed to stabilize these magic elements, creating a solid connection—much like the Room of Requirement.
A fluffy silver ball appeared in his hand, resembling a dandelion seed or a cluster of neural networks, with occasional flashes of pale blue electricity. It slowly floated into the air and then rapidly expanded into a three-dimensional structure, filling the spacious room.
Felix recited complex spells, integrating the tendrils and core bit by bit into the space. The tendrils, like synapses, absorbed unclaimed magic, stabilizing the magic nodes.
Then everything disappeared. The magic, tendrils, and nodes fused completely with the room.
Felix shifted his perspective, found the nodes, and hid them one by one, making them nearly impossible for even a powerful wizard to detect. Dumbledore did the same, using the exclusive Headmaster's permissions to create stable magic channels.
As long as Hogwarts existed and continued to admit students, this place would remain, just like the Room of Requirement, never disappearing.
Dumbledore completed his work and noticed four pensieves in front of Felix.
"What are these…?" he asked curiously, having a hunch.
"They are memories from several professors", Felix said succinctly.
He took a deep breath. Everything up to this point had been to create a suitable environment. The real challenge was about to begin, though he found it difficult to shake off his nervousness, even though this step wasn't particularly challenging.
Felix controlled the four pensieves to fly to the corners of the room, dividing it into four sections, each with a pensieve at the center.
"What's the purpose of this?" Dumbledore asked with interest. Even for him, this was a rare large-scale magical practice, a fusion of alchemy, mind magic, and Transfiguration.
"To add a bit of ceremony", Felix smiled. Then his tone turned serious, "So—first manager, seventeen-year-old Albus Dumbledore."
The stone basin on the left shattered, releasing a dense cloud of silver mist. Soon after, a tall, slender young student with auburn hair emerged.
He held a wand in his long, dexterous fingers and gracefully swished it to the left and right, dividing the mist into two. The young Dumbledore had bright blue eyes that sparkled with kindness and mischief.
"Old friend, you haven’t given me much knowledge, my mind is empty, how am I supposed to face those troublesome students?" the young Albus Dumbledore said, though his complaint seemed more playful than serious, and he smiled and nodded at Felix.
Dumbledore looked at him, his eyes welling with tears, and murmured, "This was when I had just graduated, full of youthful vigor and high spirits, believing I had a bright future ahead of me..." He shook his long silver beard and smiled, "Oh, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but I used to love Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans when I was young. Now, I can’t even stand them."
"Time truly changes everything."
The young Albus Dumbledore waved his wand, creating a silver wave that froze in mid-air. The mist transformed, forming an open square adorned with numerous red and gold decorations.
Felix and Dumbledore watched for a moment before turning to the other side. Felix whispered, "The second person to selflessly provide memories—Minerva Mcgonagall."
The second Pensieve exploded into powder. A young and beautiful woman stood there, with thick black hair, about thirty years old, and green eyes. This was the young Minerva Mcgonagall, who already bore the serious demeanor and high bun of a Hogwarts Transfiguration professor, along with her signature square glasses.
"Interesting..." she observed her surroundings, pursing her lips, "Let me think about what I need to do. Minerva left me a to-do list."
She then stood still.
The third person to appear was the young Filius Flitwick, who was much younger than the current Hogwarts Charms professor. He didn’t wear his round gold-rimmed glasses yet, and his face had fewer wrinkles. He was dressed in a dignified and formal suit.
According to him, this was the outfit he wore when he won the Wizard Duel Championship.
"Oh, Felix, Albus..." the young Flitwick bowed slightly, waving his wand with grace, "Welcome. I assume you’re not in the mood for a duel at the moment, but I’m here, ready and willing."
The last Pensieve exploded, and the young Felix emerged, looking exactly the same as he does now, except with a slightly more mischievous expression. He looked at Felix, pointed at him, and said, "I need to talk to you, you’ve given me too many restrictions."
"Oh, you don’t", Felix muttered, letting layers of silver mist completely envelop him.
...
Felix told Dumbledore, "They won’t appear often, but they will serve as the caretakers of this secret realm. Their task is to make this place more vibrant and the training scenarios more realistic and controllable. Of course, I mean after the training."
Dumbledore nodded slightly, "You’ve already told me this, and I have no objections."
They walked out of the room together, where over twenty students were waiting anxiously outside. A young girl shrieked, "Why am I not on the list? Why?"
Professor Mcgonagall was comforting her, "Miss Greengrass, you are too young and not yet emotionally mature. It’s simply not suitable for you..."
"I’m the champion of the first-year dueling competition! The champion!" Astoria shouted.
Professor Mcgonagall looked at her with a headache. Then Dumbledore approached, bent down, and said gently, "Are you Little Astoria? Your father sent me a letter. Let’s go and see it, and while we’re at it, I can recommend some sweets to you..."
"Really?"
"Professor Mcgonagall can vouch for me..."
Mcgonagall rolled her eyes but was relieved to have resolved the issue. She turned to Felix, "These students are in your hands, Felix. I think—"
She paused, then said no more and walked away.
Felix looked at the young faces, "Alright, students, bring your essays and follow me in."
He took a few steps, stopped, and looked at the half-open door. He drew his wand and traced in the air, and golden letters appeared above the door, "Classroom Seven."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances, and Harry shrugged, "It’s fitting now."
(End of Chapter)
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